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SABBATH  SONGS; 


FOR    THE    USE    OF 


FAMILIES  AND  SUNDAY  SCHOOLS. 


COMPILED   BY 

tffl  R  E  N  M  U  S  rf^U^^L- 


NEW-YORK : 
LEAVTTT  &  ALLEN,  27  DEY  STREET. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1848, 

By  Lkavitt,  Trow  &  Company, 

in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  for  the  Sonthem 
District  of  New- York. 


PREFACE. 

I  have  long  desired  for  rny  own  children,  and 
or  the  Sabbath  School,  a  little  Hymn-book,  em- 
iracing  those  divine  songs  that  have  become 
amiliar  in  the  domestic  circle.  All  Christian 
amilies  have  their  favorite  hymns,  and  I  do  not 
;uppose  that  those  which  are  dear  to  me  will  be 
equally  dear  to  others.  But  I  am  sure  that  many 
)f  those  in  this  collection  will  be  dear  to  all  who 
ove  the  social  song  of  praise. 

The  chief  object  I  have  had  in  view  in  making 
;his  selection,  is  to  induce  my  young  friends  to 
:ommit  these  hymns  to  memory.  Here  are  about 
me  hundred  ;  and  each  child,  in  the  family  or  the 
Sunday  School,  may  be  easily  furnished  with  a 
Hymn-book,  and  by  learning  two  of  these  hymns 
in  a  week,  the  whole  will  be  learned  in  a  year. 


On  the  Sabbath  it  will  be  pleasant  to  sing  in  con- 
cert the  songs  just  learned,  and  to  use  the  book 
in  social  worship.  It  may  also  be  introduced  into 
the  Sabbath  School  without  interfering  in  the 
least  with  the  books  now  in  use. 

If  I  could  persuade  the  children  to  treasure 
in  their  hearts  and  minds  these  beautiful  hymns, 
I  should  feel  that  I  had  accomplished  a  great 
work.  These  would  be  their  songs  in  the  morn- 
ing and  the  evening,  and  by  the  way ;  and  thus, 
I  trust.,  many  of  them  would  be  trained  to  sing 
the  praises  of  their  Maker  and  Redeemer  in  a 
brighter  and  better  work . 

IREN^EUS. 


SABBATH  SONGS. 


7s  &  6s.  HA 

A  Bright  Sabbath  Morning. 

1  The  rosy  light  is  dawning 

Upon  the  mountain's  brow  ; 
It  is  the  Sabbath  morning — 

Arise  and  pay  thy  vow. 
Lift  up  thy  voice  to  heaven 

In  sacred  praise  and  prayer, 
While  unto  thee  is  given 

The  light  of  life  to  share. 

2  .The  landscape  lately  shrouded 

By  evening's  paler  ray, 
Smiles  beauteous  and  unclouded 

Before  the  eye  of  day : 
So  let  our  souls,  benighted 

Too  long  in  folly's  shade, 
By  thy  kind  smiles  be  lighted 

To  joys  that  never  fade. 


CM.  WATTS. 

For  the  Lord's  Day  Morning. 

1   Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high  ; 


SABBATH    SONGS. 

To  thee  will  I  direct  my  pray'r, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God.  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  0  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet, 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ! 
Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 


►  L.  M.  STENNE1 

The  Sabbath. 

1  Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun  : 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blest. 

2  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds  ; 


SABBATH    SONGS. 

Proyides  an  antepast  of  heaven. 
And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  seven 

3  O  may  our  pray'rs  and  praises  rise. 
As  gratefal  incense  to  the  skies  ; 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none  but  he  who. feels  it  knows 

4  In  holy  duties  may  the  day 
In  holy  pleasures  pnss  away  ; 

How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  lk-Vr  shall  end. 

[  L.  M. 

The  Sabbath. 

1  This  day  belongs  to  God  alone  ; 
He  chooses  Sunday  for  his  own  : 
And  we  must  neither  work  nor  play, 
Because  it  is  God's  holy'day. 

2  'Tis  well  to  have  one  day  in  seven, 
That  we  may  learn  the  way  to  heaven  ; 
Then  let  us  spend  it  as  we  should, 

In  serving  God  and  growing  good. 

3  We  ought,  to-day,  to  learn  and  seek 
What  we  may  think  of  all  the  week  ; 
And  be  the  better,  every  day, 

For  what  we've  heard  our  teachers  say 

4  And  every  Sunday  should  be  pass'd, 
As  if  we  knew  it  were  our  last : 
What  would  the  dying  sinner  give, 
To  have  one  Sabbath  more  to  live  ! 


SABBATH    SONGS. 

S.  M.  WATTS. 

The  Lord's  Day ;  or,  Delight  in  Ordinances. 

1  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this  ; 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


P.  M. 

Going  to  Church. 

1   How  pleas'd  and  blest  was  I, 

To  hear  the  people  cry, 
"  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day  ;" 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 

We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 


SABBATH    SONGS. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn' cl  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round  ; 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne  ; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  ; 

He  bids  the  saint  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  sinner  sad, 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  bless  the  soul  of  ev'ry  guest ; 

The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace, 

And  wishes  thine  increase, 
A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 

"  Peace  to  this  sacred  house  !" 
For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell  ; 

And  since  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 


C.  M. 

Jesus  Crowned. 

1  Come,  children,  hail  the  prince  of  peace. 

Obey  the  Saviour's  call  ; 

Come  seek  his  face,  and  taste  his  grace. 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


10  SABBATH   SONGS. 

2  Ye  lambs  of  Christ,  your  tribute  bring, 

Ye  children  great  and  small  ; 
Hosanna  sing  to  Christ  your  King, 
O  !  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  This  Jesus  will  your  sins  forgive, 

For  you  he  drank  the  gall  ; 
For  you  he  died,  that  you  might  live 
To  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  people,  every  tribe, 

Around  this  earth  y  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  i> scribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  All  hail,  the  Saviour,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Let  saints  before  him  fall ; 
Let  sinners  seek  his  pard'ning  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


S.  M.  FAW 

Early  Piety. 

1  With  humble  heart  and  tongue, 

My  God,  to  thee  I  pray  ; 
O  make  me  learn,  while  I  am  young, 
How  I  may  cleanse  my  way. 

2  Now  in  my  early  days, 

Teach  me  thy  will  to  know ; 
O  God,  thy  sanctifying  grace 
Betimes  on  me  bestow. 


SABBATH   SONGS.  11 

3  Make  me,  a  helpless  youth, 

The  object  "of  thy  care  ; 
Help  me  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 
And  flee  from  every  snare. 

4  My  heart,  to  folly  prone, 

Renew  by  pow'r  divine  ; 
Unite  it  to  thyself  alone, 
And  make  me  wholly  thine. 

5  O  let  thy  word  of  grace, 

My  warmest  thoughts  employ  ; 
Be  this,  through  all  my  following  days, 
My  treasure  and  my  joy. 


CM.  DODDRIDGE. 

Youth  Invited. 

1  Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord -of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you, 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face, 

Is  sure  my  love  to  gain, 
And  those  that  early  seek  my  graee. 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain. 


SABBATH    SONGS. 

4  What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move 

If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  1 

5  Away,  ye  false  delusive  toys, 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind 
'Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 
And  here  true  bliss  I  find. 


C.  M.  HEl 

The  Christian  Child. 

1  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

How  sweet  the  lily  grows  : 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo  !  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod  ; 
Whose  secret  heart  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 


4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 
Of  man's  maturer  age, 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 


SABBATH   SONGS.  13 

5  O  Thou,  who  givest  life  and  breath, 
We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 


11 


Sorrow  for  Disobedience. 

1  My  father,  my  mother,  I  know 

I  cannot  your  kindness  repay, 
But  I  hope  that  the  older  I  grow 

I  shall  learn  your  commands  to  obey. 

2  You  loved  me  before  I  could  tell 

Who  it  was  that  so  tenderly  smiled, 
But  now  that  I  know  it  so  well, 
I  should  be  a  dutiful  child. 

3  I  am  sorry  that  ever  I  could 

Be  wicked,  and  give  you  such  pain  ; 
I  hope  I  shall  learn  to  be  good, 
And  so  never  grieve  you  again. 

4  But  for  fear  I  ever  should  dare 

From  all  your  commands  to  depart, 
Whenever  I  utter  a  prayer, 
I'll  ask  for  a  dutiful  heart. 


12  L.   M.  HIGINBOTTAM. 

A  Youth  Seeking  Wisdom. 

1  I  ask  not  wealth,  nor  pomp,  nor  power, 

Nor  fleeting  pleasures  of  an  hour, 


SABBATH    SONGS. 

My  soul  aspires  to  nobler  things 

Than  all  the  pride  and  state  of  kings, 

2  One  thing  I  ask,  Lord,  wilt  thou  hear, 

And  grant  my  soul  a  gift  so  dear  ? 
Wisdom  descending  from  above, 
The  sweetest  token  of  thy  love. 

3  Wisdom  betimes  to  know  the  Lord, 

To  fear  his  name,  and  keep  his  word  ; 
To  lead  my  feet  in  paths  of  truth, 

And  guide  and  guard  my  wand'ring  youth 

4  Then  should'st  thou  grant  a  length  of  days, 

My  life  shall  still  proclaim  thy  praise, 
Or  early  death  my  soul  convey, 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day. 


13  CM.  COWPER. 

1  Bestow,  O  Lord,  upon  our  youth 

The  gift  of  saving  grace, 
And  let  the  seed  of  sacred  truth 
Fall  yi  a  fruitful  place. 

2  Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows, 

Of  pure  and  heavenly  root  ; 

But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 

And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

3  Ye  careless  ones,  oh,  hear  betimes 

The  voice  of  saving  love  ! 
Your  youth  is  stain'd  with  numerous  crimes. 
But  mercy  reigns  above. 


SABBATH    SONGS.  15 

4  For  you  the  public  prayer  is  made  ; 

Oh,  join  the  public  prayer! 

For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed  ; 

Oh,  shed  yourselves  a  tear  ! 

5  We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 

The  Saviour's  quickening  grace  ; 
Too  young  you  cannot  taste  his  love, 
Or  seek  his  smiling  face. 


14t  CM.  FAWCETT. 

Religion. 

1  Religion  is  the  chief  concern 

Of  mortals  here  below  ; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know. 

2  More  needful  this  than  glittering  wealth, 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows  ; 
Nor  reputation,  food,  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage, 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  ; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  silent  tomb. 

4  O,  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renew'd, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdu'd, 
His  government  to  own. 


SABBATH   SONUS. 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love, 
Be  join'd  with  godly  fear  ; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

C.  M. 

Hosannas. 

1  Hosannas  were  by  children  sung, 

When  Jesus  was  on  earth  ; 
Then  surely  we  are  not  too  young 
To  sound  his  praises  forth. 

2  The  Lord  is  great,  the  Lord  is  good, 

He  feeds  us  from  his  store, 
With  earthly  and  with  heavenly  food  ; 
We'll  praise  him  evermore. 

3  We  thank  him  for  his  gracious  word  ; 

We  thank  him  for  his  love  ; 
We'll  sing  the  praises  of  our  Lord, 
Who  reigns  in  heaven  above. 


Value  of  Religion. 
'Tis  religon  that  can  give 
Sweetest  pleasure  while  we  live  ; 
'Tis  religion  must  supply 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 
After  death  its  joys  will  be 
Lasting  as  eternity  ! 
Be  the  living  God  my  friend, 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 


SABBATH   SONGS.  17 

17  C.  M.  J.  TAYLOR. 

Children  in  Heaven. 
1   There  is  a  glorious  world  of  light 
Above  the  starry  sky, 
Where  saints  departed,  cloth'd  in  white, 
Adore  the  Lord  most  high. 

'2  And  hark,  amid  the  sacred  songs 
Those  heavenly  voices  raise, 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  infant  tongues, 
Unite  in  perfect  praise. 

3  Those  are  the  hymns  that  we  shall  know 

If  Jesus  we  obey  ; 
That  is  the  place  where  we  shall  go, 
If  found  in  wisdom's  way. 

4  This  is  the  joy  we  ought  to  seek, 

And  make  our  chief  concern ; 
For  this  we  come  from  week  to  week, 
To  read,  and  hear,  and  learn. 

5  Great  God !  impress  the  serious  thought 

This  day  on  every  breast, 
That  both  the  teachers  and  the  taught 
May  enter  to  thy  rest. 

18  C.  M.  BEDDOME. 

Youthful  Piety. 
1  Amidst  the  cheerful  bloom  of  youth, 
With  ardent  zeal  pursue 
The  ways  of  piety  and  truth, 
With  death  and  heaven  in  view. 
2 


18  SABBATH    SONGS. 

2  Youth  is  the  most  accepted  time 

Tc  love  and  serve  the  Lord  ; 
A  flower  presented  in  its  prime, 
Will  much  delight  afford. 

3  He'll  crown  with  peace  your  rising  years, 

And  make  your  fruit  increase  ; 
Will  guide  you  through  this  vale  of  tears, 
And  bid  your  sorrows  cease. 

4  Give  him  the  morning  of  your  days, 

And  be  for  ever  blest ; 
'Tis  none  but  those  in  Wisdom's  ways 
Enjoy  substantial  rest. 


19  L.  M.  HYD 

Children  committed  to  the  Good  Shepherd. 

1  Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should  stray 

Beyond  their  blest  enclosure's  bound, 
And  lurM  by  worldly  joys  away, 

Among  the  thoughtless  crowd  be  found  ; 

2  Remember  still  that  they  are  thine, 

That  thy  dear  sacred  name  they  bear  ; 
Think  that  the  seal  of  love  divine, 
The  sign  of  cov'nant  grace  they  wear. 

3  In  all  their  erring,  sinful  years, 

O  let  them  ne'er  forgotten  be  ; 
Remember  all  the  pray'rs  and  tears 
Which  made  them  consecrate  to  thee. 


SABBATH   SONGS.  19 

4  And  when  these  lips  no  more  can  pray, 
These  eyes  can  weep  for  them  no  more  ; 
Turn  thou  their  feet  from  folly's  way, 
The  wand'rers  to  thy  fold  restore. 

C.  M. 
"  Teach  us  to  Pray." 

1  Lord,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray, 

Thy  grace  betimes  impart ; 
And  grant  thy  Holy  Spirit  may 
Renew  my  infant  heart. 

2  A  helpless  creature  I  was  born, 

And  from  the  birth  I  stray*  d  ; 
I  must  be  wretched  and  forlorn 
Without  thy  mercy's  aid. 

3  But  Christ  can  all  my  sins  forgive, 

And  wash  away  their  stain  ; 

And  fit  my  soul  with  him  to  live 

Where  he  shall  ever  reign. 

C.  M. 

The  All-seeing  God. 

1  Almighty  God,  thy  piercing  eye 

Strikes  through  the  shades  of  night, 
And  our  most  secret  actions  lie 
All  open  to  thy  sight. 

2  There's  not  a  sin  which  we  commit, 

Nor  wicked  word  we  say, 

But  in  thy  awful  book  'tis  writ, 

Against  the  judgment  day. 


20  SABBATH   SONGS. 

3  And  must  the  crimes  which  we  have  done 

Be  read  and  publish'd  there — 
Be  all  expos'd  before  the  sun, 
While  men  and  angels  hear  ? 

4  Lord,  at  thy  feet  asham'd  I  lie ; 

Upward  I  dare  not  look  ; 
Pardon  my  sins,  O  God  most  high, 
And  blot  them  from  thy  book. 


32  L.  M.  wat 

A  Morning  Hymn. 

1  God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 
The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise., 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies  ; 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And  without  weariness  or  rest, 

Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  shines. 

3  Oh,  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfil 
Th*  appointed  duties  of  the  day  ; 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will 
March  on  and  keep  my  heaVnly  way. 

4  (But  I  shall  rove  and  lose  the  race, 
If  God,  my  sun,  should  disappear, 

And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wild  maze, 
To  follow  ev'ry  wand' ring  star.) 


SABBATH   SONGS.  2i 

5  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 
Enlight'ning  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 

Thy  threat'nings  just,  thy  promise  sure, 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

6  Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss ; 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 

Are  faint  and  cold,  compar'd  with  this. 


23  P.  M. 

God  our  Preserver. 

1  Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  that  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  : 

God  is  the  tow'r 
To  which  I  fly; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  ev'ry  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 

Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
Those  wakeful  eyes, 
Which  never  sleep, 
Shall  Israel  keep, 
When  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blasts  of  ev'ning  air, 


22  SABBATH   SONGS. 

Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  : 
Thou  art  my  sun, 
And  thou  my  shade, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

4  Hast  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word, 
To  save  my  soul  from  death  1 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath : 
I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 


24  CM.  WATTS. 

Morning  Hymn. 

1  My  God,  who  makes  the  sun  to  know 

His  proper  hour  to  rise  ; 
And  to  give  light  to  all  below, 
Doth  send  him  round  the  skies. 

2  When  from  the  chambers  of  the  east, 

His  morning  race  begins, 
He  never  tires,  nor  stops  to  rest, 
But  round  the  world  he  shines. 

3  So,  like  the  sun,  would  I  fulfil 

The  business  of  the  day  ; 
Begin  my  work  betimes,  and  still 
March  on  my  heavenly  way. 


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4  Give  me,  0  Lord,  thy  early  grace, 
Nor  let  my  soul  complain, 
That  all  the  morning  of  my  days, 
Has  been  consumed  in  vain. 

25  L.  M.  watts 

Evening  Hymn. 

1  Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  through  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  which  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
And  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
May  I  at  peace  for  ever  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  : 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
With  joy  behold  the  judgment  day. 

4  O,  be  my  guardian  while  I  sleep, 
Thy  watchful  station  near  me  keep  ; 
And  when  the  sun  again  doth  shine, 

0  !  fill  my  soul  with  light  divine. 

2tf  7s. 

Evening  Hymn. 

1  Softly  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord  !  I  would  commune  with  thee. 


SABBATH    - 


2  Soon  for  me  the  light  of  day 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 


S.  M. 
Evening  ITijmn. 
1   The  day  is  past  and  cone, 

The  evening  shades  appear  ; 
Oh.  may  I  ever  keep  in  mind, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

'2  Lord,  keep  me  safe  this  night, 
Secure  from  all  my  fears ; 
May  angels  guard  me  while  I  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

3  And  when  I  early  rise, 

To  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  I  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

4  Lord,  when  my  days  are  past, 

And  I  from  time  remove, 

Oh  may  I  in  thy  bosom  rest, 

The  bosom  of  thy  love. 


28  P.  M. 

Evening  Hymn. 
I    Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shining, 
Father  in  heaven,  the  day  is  declining  ; — 


SABBATH   SONGS.  25 

Safety  and  innocence  fly  with  the  light, 
Temptation  and  danger  walk  forth  with  the  night. 
From  the  fall  of  the  shade  till  the  morning  bells 

chime, 
Shield  me  from  danger,  save  me  from  crime. 

2  Father  in  heaven,  Oh  hear  when  we  call, 
Hear,  for  Christ's  sake,  who  is  Saviour  of  all  ; 
Feeble  and  fainting,  we  trust  in  thy  might, 
In  doubting  and  darkness  thy  love  be  our  light  ; 
Let  us  sleep  on  thy  breast  while  the  night  taper 

burns  ; 
Wake  in  thy  arms  when  the  morning  returns. 

29  CM.  watts. 

The  Bible. 

1  Great  God,  with  wonder  and  with  praise 

On  all  thy  works  I  look  ; 
But  still  thy  wisdom,  power,  and  grace, 
Shine  brightest  in  thy  book. 

2  The  stars  that  in  their  courses  roll, 

Have  much  instruction  given  ; 
But  thy  good  word  informs  my  soul 
How  I  may  soar  to  heaven. 

3  The  fields  provide  me  food,  and  show 

The  goodness  of  the  Lord  ; 
But  fruits  of  life  and  glory  grow 
In  thy  most  holy  word. 

4  Here  would  I  learn  how  Christ  has  died, 

To  save  my  soul  from  hell  ; 


26  SABBATH   SONGS. 

Not  all  the  books  on  earth  beside 
Such  heavenly  wonders  tell. 

5  Then  let  me  love  my  Bible  more, 
And  take  a  fresh  delight, 
By  day  to  read  these  wonders  o'er, 
And  meditate  by  night. 

30  C.   M.  STEEtB 

The  Pearl  of  Great  Price. 

1  Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu  ! 

A  nobler  choice  be  mine — 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown  ; 

O  name  divinely  sweet ! 
Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 
Wealth,  honor,  pleasure  meet. 

3  Should  both  the  Indies,  at  my  call, 

Their  boasted  stores  resign  ; 
With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all, 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

4  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  this  dear  gift  possessed, 
I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  for  ever  blessed. 

5  Dear  sovereign  of  my  soul's  desires, 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine  ; 
Accept  the  wish  that  love  inspires, 
And  bid  me  call  thee  mine. 


31 


SABBATH   SONGS.  27 


The  Happy  Meeting. 


1  Here  we  suffer  grief  and  pain, 
Here  we  meet  to  part  again, 
In  heaven  we  part  no  more. 


O  that  will  be  joyful, 
Joyful,  joyful,  joyful ; 
0  that  will  be  joyful, 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more  ! 

2  All  who  love  the  Lord  below, 
When  they  die  to  heaven  will  go, 

And  sing  with  saints  above. 

O  that  will  be  joyful,,  &c. 

3  Little  children  will  be  there, 

Who  have  sought  the  Lord  by  prayer, 
From  every  Sunday  school. 

O  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 

4  TeacherSy  too,  shall  meet  above, 
And  our  Pastors,  whom  we  love, 

Shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

O  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 

5  O  how  happy  we  shall  be  ! 
For  our  Saviour  we  shall  see 

Exalted  on  his  throne  ! 

O  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 


28  SABBATH   SONGS. 

6  There  we  all  shall  sing  with  joy, 
And  eternity  employ, 

In  praising  Christ,  the  Lord. 
O  that  will  be  joyful, 
Joyful,  joyful,  joyful ; 
0  that  will  be  joyful, 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more  ! 

32  C.  M. 

The  Parting  Hymn, 

1  How  pleasant  thus  to  dwell  below 

In  fellowship  of  love  ; 
And  though  we  part,  'tis  bliss  to  know 
The  good  shall  meet  above. 

O  that  will  be  joyful,  joyful,  joyful, 
O  that  will  be  joyful, 
To  meet  to  part  no  more  ; 
To  meet  to  part  no  more, 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore, 
And  sing  the  everlasting  song 
With  those  who've  gone  before  ! 

2  Yes,  happy  thought !  when  we  are  free 

From  earthly  grief  and  pain, 
In  heaven  we  shall  each  other  see, 
And  never  part  again. 

O  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 

3  The  children  who  have  loved  the  Lord 

Shall  hail  their  teachers  there  ; 
And  teachers  gain  the  rich  reward 
Of  all  their  toil  and  care. 

O  that  will  be  joyful,  &,c. 


SABBATH    SOX'iS.  29 

4  Then  let  us  each  in  strength  divine 
Still  walk  in  wisdom's  ways  ; 
That  we,  with  those  we  love,  may  join 
In  never-ending  praise. 

O  that  will  be  joyful,  &c. 

33  C.   M.  C.  WESLEY. 

Prayer  for  a  New  Heart. 

1  O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ; 
A  heart  that's  sprinkled  with  the  blood 
So  freely  shed  for  me. 

2  A  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true  and  clean, 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

3  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne, 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

4  Thy  holy  nature,  Lord,  impart, 

Come  quickly  from  above; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  name,  O  God,  is  love. 

34  L.  M.  D WIGHT. 
Sinners  Invited  to  Repentance. 

1  While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found — and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon — ah  soon  !  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 


30  SABBATH   SONGS. 

2  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 
Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave  ; 
Before  His  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
Who  then  will  neither  hear  nor  save. 

3  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise  ; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
No  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

4  Now  God  invites — how  blessed  the  day ! 
How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound  f 
Come,  sinners,  haste — oh,  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 


35  C.  M.  STEE] 

Absence  from  God  Deprecated. 

1  Oh  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh ; 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ; — 

2  See,  Lord,  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  : 

Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  1 

Hast  thou  not  said — 'Return'  1 

3  Absent  from  thee,  my  Guide  !  my  Light ! 

Without  one  cheering  ray, 
Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night, 
How  desolate  my  way  ! 


SABBATH    SONGS.  81 

4  Oh  !  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joy  divine. 

>6  L.  M.  WATTS. 

Youth  and  Old  Age. 

1  Now,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
Remember  your  Creator,  God  : 
Behold,  the  months  come  hast'ning  on, 
When  you  shall  say,  "  My  joys  are  gone." 

2  Behold,  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again  ; 
The  soul,  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Ascends  to  God  ;  not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am  ; 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 

17  C.  M.  JONES. 

.  The  Resolve. 
1  Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  : 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 


32  SABBATH   SONGS. 

2  '  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  see  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  f  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 
I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone — 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  *  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  he'll  hear  my  prayer  ; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there.' 

5  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
For  if  I  stay  away  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die. 


38  Us  &  10s. 

Invitation  to  the  Mercy -seat. 

1  Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, 

Come,  at  the  mercy-seat  fervently  kneel  ; 
Here  bring  your  wrounded  hearts,  here  tell  yout 
anguish — 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  that  Heav'n  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  comfortless,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, — 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  mercy  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  that  Heav'n  cannot  cure. 


SABBATH    SONGS.  33 

3  Here  see  the  tree  of  life — see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above  ; 
Come  to  the  mercy-seat — come,  ever  knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  but  Heav'n  can  remove. 


39  L.  M. 

1  Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
Oft  whisper'd  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Urg'd  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  1 — 

2  Sinner,  it  was  a  heav'nly  voice, 
It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call  ; 

It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 
Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind  ; 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

4  Sinner — perhaps  this  very  day, 
Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be  : 

Oh,  should'st  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 


40  L.  M. 

A  Penitent  Pleading  for  Pardon. 
1   Show  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord,  forgive  ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  1 


84  SABBATH   SONGS. 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  bnt  can't  surpass 
The  pow"r  and  glory  of  thy  grace : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  ev*ry  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace : 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death : 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


41  L.  M. 

The  All-seeing  God. 

1  Lord,  thou  hast  search'd  and  seen  me  through, 
Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  pow'rs. 


SABBATH   SONGS.  35 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  stand  ; 
On  ev'ry  side  I  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great ! 
What  large  extent !   what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  pow'rs  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

5  "  O  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there." 


42  C.  M.  ni 

The  Penitent. 

1  Oh,  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy 

When  one  poor  sinner  turns, 

And  with  a  humble,  broken  heart, 

His  sins  with  sorrow  mourns. 

2  Pleas'd  with  the  news,  the  saints  below 

In  songs  their  tongues  employ ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heaven  is  fill'd  with  joy. 


36  SABBATH    SONGS. 

3  Well  pleas'd,  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner's  moan  ; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  claims  him  for  his  own. 

4  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire  ; 
"  The  sinner  lost,  is  found,"  they  sing, 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 


43  C.  M. 

Penitent  Review  of  the  Past. 

1  As  o'er  the  past  my  memory  strays, 

Why  heaves  the  secret  sigh  ? — 
'Tis  that  I  mourn  departed  days, 
Still  unprepared  to  die. 

2  The  world  and  worldly  things  beloved, 

My  anxious  thoughts  employed  ; 
And  time  unhallowed,  unimproved, 
Presents  a  fearful  void. 

3  Yet.  Holy  Father,  wild  despair 

Chase  from  my  lab'ring  breast, 
Thy  grace  it  is  which  prompts  the  prayer 
That  grace  can  do  the  rest. 

4  My  life's  brief  remnant  all  be  mine  ! 

And  when  thy  sure  decree 
Bids  me  this  fleeting  breath  resign., 
O  speed  my  soul  to  thee. 


SABBATH    SONGS.  37 


1  Depth  of  mercy  !    can  there  be 

Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ! 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear  ? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  1 
I  have  long  withstood  his  grace  ; 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face, 
AVould  not  hearken  to  his  calls, 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  fails. 

2  I  have  spilt  his  precious  blood, 
Trampled  on  the  Son  of  God  ; 
Fili'd  with  pangs  unspeakable, 
I,  who  yet  am  not  in  hell  ! 
Whence  to  me  this  waste  of  love  ? 
Ask  my  advoeate  above  ! 

See  the  cause  in  Jesus'  face, 
Now  before  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Kindled  his  relentings  are, 
Me  he  now  delights  to  spare, 
Cries,  "  how  shall  I  give  thee  up  1" 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 
There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 
Shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his  hands  ! 
God  is  love  !     I  know,  I  feel, 

Jesus  weeps  and  loves  me  still. 

45  12s.  thorn  e  v. 

1    The  voice  of  free   grace   cries,   *  Escape   to   the 
mountain :' 
For  Adam's  lost  race  Chiist  hath  opened  a  foun- 
tain ; 


38  SABBATH    SONGS. 

For  sin  and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgression, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  died  for  our  par- 
don, 
We'll  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Now  Jesus,  our  King,  reigns  triumphantly  glori- 

ous; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  he  is  more  than  victori- 
ous ; 
With  shouting  proclaim  it — O  trust  in  his  passion, 
He  saves  us  most  freely — O  precious  salvation ! 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

3  The  Saviour  his  name  now  proclaims  all  victori- 

ous, 
He  reigns  over  all,  and  his  kingdom  is  glorious : 
To  Jesus  we'll  join  with  the  great  congregation, 
And  triumph,  ascribing  to  him  our  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

4  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to  the 

shore  ; 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we'll  praise  him  the 

more  ; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  bank  of  the 

river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever  ! 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

46  CM.  COLLYER. 

God's  Gracious  Call  to  Sinners. 
1  Return,  O  wanderer — now  return  ! 
And  seek  thy  Father's  face  ! 


SABBATH   SONGS.  39 

Those  new  desires,  which  in  thee  burn. 
Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer — now  return  ! 

He  hears  thy  humble  sigh : 
He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer — now  return  ! 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live  : 
Go  to  his  feet — and  grateful  learn 
How  freely  he'll  forgive. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer — now  return  ! 

And  wipe  the  falling  tear : 
Thy  Father  calls — no  longer  mourn  ! 
Tis  love  invites  thee  near. 


47 


The  Child's  Wish. 


1  I  think,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 
When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
How  he  called  little  children  as  lambs  to  his  fold, 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them  then. 

'2  I  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed  on  my  head, 
That  his  arm  had  been  thrown  around  me, 
And  that  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  look  when 
he  said, 
"  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 


40  SABBATH    SONGS. 

3  Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 

And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love  ; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below, 
I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above  ; 

4  In  that  beautiful  place  he  is  gone  to  prepare, 

For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven  ; 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there, 
u  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 


8s  &,  7s.  NEW 

The  Sinner's  Friend. 

1  One  there  is  above  all  others 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend  ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  Iree,  and  knows  no  end. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name  ; 
Now  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4  O  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 
We,  alas  !  forget,  too  often, 
What  a  friend  we  have  above. 


SABBATH    SONGS.  41 

49  .  8s.  NEWTON. 

1  How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers, 
Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  for  me. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice  ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 

3  While  bless' d  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there . 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  ? 
And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 

5  0,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky  ! 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  ; 
Or  take  me  up  to  thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


50  C.  M.  STE^ 

Praise  of  Jesus. 

1   Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
Upon  the  Saviour's  brow  ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 


SABBATH   SONGS. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare 

Among  the  sons  of  men  ? 
Fairer  is  he  than  all  the  fair 
Who  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

And  flew  to  my  relief; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  him  I  owe  my  life,  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have  ; 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
And  saves  me  from  the  grave. 


51  CM.  WATTS. 

Godly  Sorrow  arising  from  the  Sufferings  of  Christ. 

1  Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 

And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I? 

2  Thy  body  slain,  sweet  Jesus,  thine, 

And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 

While  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine, 

The  glorious  SufT'rer  stood  ! 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groan' d  upon  the  tree  1 
Amazing  pity !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 


SABBATH   SONGS.  43 

4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  ; 
'Tis  ail  that  I  can  do. 


52  C.  M.  WATTS 

The  Lamb  of  God  Worshipped. 

1  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"'  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  :" 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 


SABBATH    SONGS. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  sea9, 
Conspire  to  raise  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


C.  M.  DODDRIDG] 

Christ  Precious. 

1  Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'Tis  music  to  my  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 

2  Whate'er  my  noblest  powers  can  wish, 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Not  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

3  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

4  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 

With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 
Then,  speechless,  clasp  thee  in  mine  arms, 
And  trust  thy  love  in  death. 


SABBATH   SONGS.  45 

54  6s  &  4S.  R.  PALMER. 

Self- Consecration. 

1  My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary  ; 

Saviour  divine  ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray  ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  ; 
Oh  !  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire  ; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh !  may  my  love  to  thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll  ; 
Blest  Saviour,  then  in  love, 
Fear  and  distress  remove  : 
Oh  !  bear  me  safe  above — 

A  ransomed  soul. 


46  SABBATH   SONGS. 

55  L.  M.  H.  K.  WHITE. 

The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

1  When,  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  Burner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem  ; 

But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks  ; 
It  is  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode  ; 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze  ; 
Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem  ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose  ; 

It  was  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all  ; 
It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 

And,  through  the  storm,  and  danger's  thrall, 
Tt  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  evermore, 

The  star,  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 


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C.    M.  DODDRIDGB. 

Christ's  Advent. 

1  Hark  !  the  glad  sound  !  the  Saviour  comes, 

The  Saviour  promised  long  ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
A.nd  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He  comes — from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray  ; 
And  on  the  eyes  oppressed  with  night 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

3  He  comes — the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

4  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

CM.  COWPER. 

The  Fountain. 

1  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins, 
And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 


48  SABBATH    SONGS. 

And  there  may  I.  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme. 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song. 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue, 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


5§ 


The  Rock  of  Ages. 

1  Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  that  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure : 

Save  me,  Lord,  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Should  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 


SABBATH   SONGS. 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath. 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


8,  7.  ro 

Praise  for  Saving  Grace. 

1  Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount,  I'm  fix'd  upon  it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come, 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleasure 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  with  precious  blood. 

3  O  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace,  now  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee. 
2 


60  SABBATH   SONGS. 

Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 

Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it, 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 


60  L.  M.  GREG< 

Ashamed  of  Jesus. 

1  Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glory  shines  through  endless  days  1 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star  ! 
He  sheds  his  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus — that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ? 
No  !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

5  Till  then,  nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And  Oh  !  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 


SABBATH   SONGS.  51 

C.  P.  M.  MEDLEY. 

Glory  of  Christ. 

1  Oh  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
Oh  could  T  sound  the  glories  forth, 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ; 
I'd  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings, 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  ; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would,  to  everlasting  days, 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

3  Soon  the  delightful  day  will  come, 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face  ; 
Then,  with  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 


The  Thief  on  the  Cross. 

1  Sovereign  grace  hath  power  alone 
To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone, 
And  the  moment  grace  is  felt 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 

2  When  our  Lord  was  crucified, 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died  ; 
One,  with  vile  blaspheming  tongue, 
Scoffed  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 


52  SABBATH   SOHGS. 

3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath, 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death  ; 
Perished,  as  too  many  do, 
With  the  Saviour  in  his  view. 

4  But  the  other,  touched  with  grace, 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case  ; 
Faith  received  to  own  the  Lord, 
Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorrM. 

5  '  Lord,'  he  pray'd, '  remember  me, 
When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be  :' 

•  Soon  with  me,'  the  Lord  replies, 
'  Thou  shalt  rest  in  paradise.' 

6  This  was  wondrous  grace  indeed, 
Grace  bestowed  in  time  of  need  : 
Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name, 
You  will  find  him  still  the  same. 


63  L.  M.  DODDRIIX 

A  Saviour's  Claims. 

1  Behold  the  Saviour  at  the  door ! 

He  gently  knocks, — has  knocked  before  ; 
Has  waited  long, — is  waiting  still, — 
You  use  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  O  lovely  attitude  !  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands : 
O  matchless  kindness !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 


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3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will,  the  very  friend  you  need  : 
The  friend  of  sinners,  yes,  'tis  he, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn, 
Lest  he  depart  and  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand, 
When  at  his  door  denied  you  stand. 


64  C.  M.  newi 

The  Name  of  Jesus. 

1  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast  ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Jesus  !  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 

My  prophet,  priest,  and  king  ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought, 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
Pll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 


04  SABBATH    SONUS. 

5  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


Christ  the  Refuge. 

1  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high. 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

O  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Helpless  hangs  my  soul  on  thee  ; 
Leave,  ah,  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  ; 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  0  Christ,  art  all  I  want, 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 


C  WESLEY. 


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L.  M.  wa 

Loving-kindness. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 

And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  ; 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all  : 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  ; 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  great ! 

3  Though  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along  ; 

His  loving-kindness,  O  how  strong ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood ; 

His  loving-kindness,  0  how  good ! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart ; 
But,  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  ; 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
O  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 


56  SABBATH   SONGS. 


67  S.  M.  wj 

1  Behold,  what  wondrous  grace 

The  Father  hath  bestow'd 

On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 

To  call  them  sons  of  God  ! 

2  'Tis  no  surprising  thing, 

That  we  should  be  unknown  ; 
The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made  ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

4  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

5  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne : 
Our  faith  shall  Abba  Father  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

68  C.  M. 

The  Prodigal's  Return. 
1  "  What  have  I  gain'd  by  sin,"  he  said, 
"  But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear  ; 
My  father's  house  abounds  in  bread, 
While  I  am  starving  here. 


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2  "  I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 

Fall  down  before  his  face  ; 

Unworthy  to  be  called  his  son, 

I'll  seek  a  servant's  place." 

3  His  father  saw  him  coming  back  ; 

He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smiled  ; 
Then  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  repenting  child. 

4  'Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 

To  call  poor  sinners  home  ; 

More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels, 

And  welcomes  all  that  come. 

69  7s.  MONTGOMERY. 

Choosing  a  Portion. 

1  People  of  the  living  God  ! 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found : 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, — 

Turns  a  wanderer  yet  unblest ; 
Brethren  !  where  your  altar  burns, 

O  receive  me  into  rest. 

2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home. 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  heart  no  more, 

Every  idol  I  resign.  • 


SABBATH   SONGS. 

Tell  me  not  of  gain  or  loss, 

Ease,  enjoyment,  pomp  and  power, 
Welcome  poverty  and  cross, 

Shame,  reproach,  affliction's  hour ! 
1  Follow  me  !'  I  know  thy  voice, 

Jesus,  Lord,  thy  steps  I  see ; 
Now  I  take  thy  yoke  by  choice, 

Light  thy  burthen  now  to  me. 


70  CM.  WATTS, 

God's  Presence  is  Light  in  Darkness. 

1  My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun ! 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star, 
And  he  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  "  I  am  his." 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word  ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
1  T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord  ! 


SABBATH    SONGS.  59 

5  Fearless  of  hell,  and  ghastly  death, 
I'd  break  through  ev'ry  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 


ri  8s.  LORD  GLENELG. 

Sympathy  with  Christ. 

1  When  gathering  clouds  around  I  \iew, 

And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  I  lean,  who  not  in  vain 

Experienced  every  human  pain  ; 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 

And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 

From  heavenly  virtue's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  sin  I  should  not  do  ; 
Still  he  who  felt  temptation's  power, 

Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 

Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend  ; 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 

Divides  me,  for  a  little  while, 
My  Saviour  sees  the  tears  I  shed, 

For  Jesus  wept  o'er  Laz'rus  dead. 

4  And  Oh  !  when  I  have  safely  past 

Through  every  conflict,  but  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 

My  painful  bed,  for  thou  hast  died  ; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 

And  wipe  my  latest  tear  away. 


60  SABBATH  SONGS. 

72  7s. 

Comfort  in  Prayer. 

1  Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray  ; 
Rise,  and  ask  without  delay. 

2  With  my  burden  I  begin  : 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin, 
Let  thy  blood  for  sinners  spilt 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

3  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast : 
Thou  thy  sovereign  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

73  8s  &  7s.  HAST] 
Pilgrim 

1  Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 

Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears  ; 
Through  the  changes  thou'st  decreed  us, 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 

Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

2  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear  ; 


SABBATH   SONGS.  61 

And  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  on  thy  bosom  rest, 
Till,  by  angel  bands  attended, 

We  awake  among  the  blest. 

74  8,  7  &  4s.  Oliver. 
The  Pilgrim's  Guide. 

1  Guide  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  : 
I  am  weak — but  thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand  ; 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow  ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  yerge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  ; 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

75  L.  M.  WATTS. 

1  Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  ensure  the  great  reward ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 


62  SABBATH   SONGS. 

2  [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  giv'n 
To  'scape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heaVn ; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may   . 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day.] 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 
Their  mem'ry  and  their  sense  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  lost, 
Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  dust, 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun.] 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue  ; 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pass'd 
In  the  cold  grave,-  to  which  we  haste  ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 


76  C.  M.  WATTS. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heaVnly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 


SABBATH   SONGS.  63 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly,  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  pov/rs  ; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


17  8, 8,  &  6s.  c.  \ 

Importance  of  Time. 

1  Lo !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand, 

Yet  how  insensible  ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  plaoe, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  0  God  !  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ; 


64  SABBATH   SONGS. 

Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late, 
Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place  in  bright  array 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord  !  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  bus'ness  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure  ! 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 


78  7s  &  6s. 

Missionary  Hymn. 

1  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle — 


SABBATH    S 

Though  every  prospect  pleases. 
And  only  man  is  vile  ? — 

In  vain,  with  lavish  kindness, 
The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 

The-  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 
Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

;*   Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

By  wisdom  from  on  high — 
Shah  we  to  man  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  I — 
Salvation  ! — oh,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim. 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learnt  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft — waft,  ye  winds,  his  story  ; 
And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 

Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 

.  ator, 

Returns  in  bliss  to  reign. 

79  Gs  &  5s. 

.    1   When  shall  we  meet  again  I 
Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ? 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chair 

Round  us  for  ever  ? 
Oar  hearts  will  ne'er  repose 

from  each  blast  that  blows, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes — 
er — no,  never  ! 


56  SABBATH   SONGS. 

S  Whon  shall  love  freely  flow 

Pure  as  life's  river  ? 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  yicw 

Changeless  for  ever  1 
Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill 

Never — no,  never ! 

3  Up  to  that  world  of  light 

Take  us,  dear  Saviour  f 
May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  for  ever ! 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel 

Never — no,  never ! 

4  Soon  shall  we  meet  again — 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ; 
Soon  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  for  ever. 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose 
Secure  from  worldly  woes ; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 

Never — no,  never  ! 


SO 


The  Dying  Christian  to  his  Soul. 
1  Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
Quit,  oh  !  quit  this  mortal  frame : 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying- 
Oh  !  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 


SABBATH   SONGS.  91 

Cease,  fond  nature — cease  thy  Btrife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life  ! 

2  Hark  ! — they  whisper — angels  say, 
1  Sister  spirit,  come  away  :' 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite  1 — 
Steals  my  senses — shuts  my  sigltf— 
Drowns  my  spirits — draws  my  breath? — 
Tell  me,  my  soul — can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes — it  disappears — 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes ! — my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring  ! — 

Lend,  lend  your  wings  !  I  mount!  I  fly! 
'  O  grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  ! 
O  death  !  where  is  thy  sting !' 


§1  12s.  HEBEB. 

Farewell  to  a  Friend  Departed. 

1  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — but  we  will  not  de- 

plore thee  ; 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the 

tomb, 
The  Saviour  has  pass'd  through  its  portals  before 

thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through 

the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — we  no  longer  behold 

thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  path  of  the  *»*>rld  by  thy 
side  ; 


•  68  SABBATH   SOxNGS. 

But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold 
thee, 
And  pinners  may  hope,  since  the  sinless  has  died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — and  its  mansions  for 

saking, 

Perhaps  thy  tried  spirit  in  doubt  linger'd  long ; 
But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beam'd  bright  on  thy 
waking, 

And  the  song  which  thou  heardst  was  the  sera- 
phim's song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave, — but  'twere  wrong  to 

deplore  thee, 
When  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian  and 

guide, 
He  gave  thee,  and  took  thee,  and  soon  will  restore 

thee, 
Where  death  hath  no  sting,  since   the   Saviour 

hath  died. 


§2  C.  M.  watts. 

Joy  in  Death. 

1  Jesus,  the  vision  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpowering  charms ; 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

2  Then  when  ye  hear  my  heart-strings  break. 

How  sweet  the  minutes  roll ! 
A  mortal  paieness  on  my  cheek, 
And  glory  in  my  soul. 


SABBATH    S(  69 

83  L.  M.  WATTS. 

Glory  in  the  Person  of  Christ. 

1  Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song  ! 
Awake,  my  soul ;  awake,  my  tongue  ; 
Hosanna  to  th'  Eternal  Name, 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  See,  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace  ; 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  Grace  !  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  the] 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name  ; 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound  ; 
Ye  heav'ns,  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

4  Oh,  may  I  reach  that  happy  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face  ; 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  ! 

84  C.  M. 

Deuth  of  a  Child. 

1  Death  has  been  here,  and  borne  away 

•  A  brother  *  from  our  side  ; 

Just  in  the  morning  of  his  day, 

As  young  as  we,  he  died. 

2  Not  long  ago,  he  fill'd  his  place, 

And  sat  with  us  to  learn  ; 
But  he  has  run  his  mortal  race, 
And  never  can  return. 

*  Or,  a  sister. 


SABBATH   SONGS. 

3  Perhaps  our  time  may  be  as  short ; 

Our  days  may  fly  as  fast ; 
O  Lord,  impress  the  solemn  thought, 
That  this  may  be  our  last. 

4  All  needful  strength  is  thine  in  gpve  ; 

To  thee  our  souls  apply, 
For  grace  to  teach  us  how  to  live, 
And  make  us  fit  to  die. 


>  C.  M.  STEI 

Death  in  Youth. 

1  When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away, 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

O  may  this  truth,  impressed 
With  awful  power — I  too  must  die — 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  every  heart  obey  ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

4  O  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save  ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high. 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 


SABBATH   SONGS.  71 

8C  L.  M.  WATTS. 

Praise  now  and  in  Heaven. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 

To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing ; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast  ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  !     ■ 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  ; 
How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desir'd,  or  wish'd  below  ; 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


§7  L.  M. 

The  Pleasure  of  Public  Worship. 
1  How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
O  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  are  ; 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  the  saints. 


SABBATH   SONGS. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God : 
My  God  !  my  King !  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  1 

3  The  sparrow  chooses  where  to  rest, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  nest ; 
But  will  my  God  to  sparrows  grant     • 
That  pleasure  which  his  children  want  ? 

4  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
•Around  thy  throne  of  majesty  ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

5  Blest  are  the  souls  that  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 


S.  M. 
Heavenly  Joy  on  Earth. 

1  Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banish'd  from  the  place  ; 
Religion  never  was  design'd 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 


SABBATH    ■■•  II 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below  ; 
Celestial  fruits,  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  swteets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav";;i\ 
Or  walk  the  golden  str 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry, 
We're  marching  through  Immann 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

89  C.  M.  WATTS 

1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  >ping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurPd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  d;3  ige,  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home. 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all ; 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  v,  -ary  soul 

In  'nly  rest ; 

And  not  a  way    of  trou;,;<-  roll 
Across  my  p'.^cefa]  breast. 


SABBATH    SONGS. 


C.  M. 


A  Prospect  of  Heaven  makes  Death  Easy. 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-with'ring  rlow'rs  ; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

3  [Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green  ; 

So,  to  the  Jews,  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger,  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh  !  couid  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  view  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  imbeclouded  eyes  ;. 

6  Could  we  but  stand  where  Moses  stor  d, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  coiti  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


SABBATH    SONGS. 

6s  &  4s. 

1  There  is  a  happy  land, 

Far,  far  away  ; 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day  ; 
O,  how  they  sweetly  sing 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King, 

Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 

Praise,  praise  for  aye. 

2  Come  to  the  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away ; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand  1 

Why,  yet  delay  ; 
O  we  shall  happy  be 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord  we  shall  reign  with  thee, 

Blest,  blest  for  aye. 

3  Bright  in  that  happy  land, 

Beams  every  eye  ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die  ; 
Then  shall  his  kingdom  come, 
Saints  shall  share  a  glorious  home, 
And  bright  above  the  sun, 

We  reign  for  aye. 

CM. 

Jerusalem. 
Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home, 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 

In  joy  and  peace  and  thee  1 


t>  SABBATH   SONGS. 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls, 

And  pearly  gates  behold? 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  1 

3  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  ; 
Bless;d  seats,  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes, 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 
Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  2 

.">  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there, 
Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  C^7  glorious  band. 

6  When  I've  been  there  ten  thousand  years, 
Bright  shining  as  the  sun. 
I've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise, 
Thau  when  I  first  begun. 


SABBATH    5  77 

DOXOLOGIES. 

L.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  giv'n. 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

C.  M. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Sun, 

And  Spirit,  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

S.  M. 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne, 

And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Sou, 

And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

P.  M. 

To  God  the  Father's  throne 

Perpetual  honors  raise  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 

To  God  the  Spirit,  praise  : 
With  all  our  pow'rs, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing, 
While  faith  adores. 


INDEX. 


Another  six  clay's  work 
Amidst  the  cheerful  bloom 
Almighty  God  thy  piercing  eye 
As  o'er  the  past 
Alas  and  did  my  Saviour 
Awake  my  soul  to  joyful 
By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill     . 
Bestow  O  Lord  upon  our  youth 
Behold  the  Saviour  at  the  door 
Behold  what  wondrous  grace 
Come,  children,  hail 
Come  humble  sinner 
Come  ye  disconsolate 
Come  let  us  join  our 
Come  thou  fount  of  every 
Come  my  soul  thy  suit  prepare    . 
Come,  holy  Spirit   . 
Come  we  that  love  the  Lord 
Dear  Saviour  if  these  lambs 
Depth  of  mercy  can  there  be 
Death  has  been  here  and 
Fading,  still  fading     . 
From  Greenland's  icy 
God  of  the  morning 
Glory  to  thee  my  God 
Great  God,  with  wonder     . 
Gently  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 
Guide  me  O  thou  great 
How  pleased  and  blest  was  I 
Hosannas  were  by  children 
Here  we  suffer  grief  and  pain 
Plow  pleasant  thus  to  dwell 
How  tedious  and  tasteless 
Hark  the  glad  sound 
How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus 
How  pleasant,  how  div'nely  fair 


I  ask  not  wealth  nor  pomp 

I  think  when  I  read     . 

Jesus  I  love  thy  charming 

Jesus  and  shall  it  ever  be    . 

Jesus  lover  of  my  soul     . 

Jesus  the  vision  of  thy  face 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home     . 

Lord,  in  the  morning 

Lord,  teach  a  little  child 

Lord  thou  hast  searched 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve 

Lo  on  a  narrow  neck 

My  father,  my  mother,  I  know 

My  God  who  makes  the  sun 

Majestic  sweetness  sits     . 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 

O  thou  whose  tender  mercy     . 

O  how  divine,  how  sweet 

One  there  is  above 

O  could  I  speak  the  matchless 

People  of  the  living  God 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern 

Return,  O  wanderer 

Rock  of  ages  cleft  for  me 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day     . 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice     . 

Show  pity  Lord,  O  L  >rd 

Sovereign  grace  hath  power 

Sweet  is  the  work  my  God 

The  rosy  light  is  dawning 

This  day  belongs  to  God 

'Tis  religion  that  can  give 

There  is  a  glorious  world  of  light 

The  day  is  past  and  g  me    . 

The  voice  of  free  grace 

There  is  a  fountain      . 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 

There  is  a  happy  land 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eye 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame 


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Welcome  sweet  day  of 
With  humble  heart  and 
While  life  prolongs  its  precious 
When  marshalled  on  the 
What  have  I  gained  by  sin 
When  gathering  clouds  around 
When  shall  we  meet  again 
When  blooming  youth  is 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
Ye  hearts  with  youthful 
Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth 


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